Apparently my subconscious thinks that part of being hugely rich is that you can have sex with statues in a fountain in your front yard and no one can give you shit about it.
My subconscious also seems to believe strongly in diversity. It’s one thing to have a statue of a hot guy with an erection, but apparently I felt it necessary to have a series of statues in a circle, of all shapes and sizes. I’m not sure whether this decision was based on making sure no one felt left out, or ensuring I’d have something to please me no matter my mood.
I awoke horrified that I had wasted so much money on a sex fountain when I could have just bought an eroscillator and put the difference into my savings.